Before he reached the demigod realm, Duke was obsessed with self-improvement. When he reached it, he felt that two fists could not beat four hands.
This is a very practical question.
When the Azeroth planetary protection array was still there, he organized the defense of a dark portal, and at most added Karazhan, the Sunwell, and Dalaran. Apart from these places, there was no place on the planet where demons could descend on a large scale.
However, when the planetary protection array collapsed, it was a mess, with holes everywhere, and patching it up was simply a joke, unless a completely new cover was built to cover the entire Azeroth.
Duke knew that was impossible.
Sargeras will eventually return from the Abyss, and if he is not defeated, the war with the Burning Legion will never end. One day, the creatures of Azeroth will use up their last drop of blood, and the planet Azeroth will be destroyed.
It is hard to imagine how big a titan in its prime is.
Duke only knew that Sargeras was extremely large. Even during the War of the Ancients, he had tried his best to shrink himself and pass through the portal. Just by looking at some of his limbs, one could tell that he was at least dozens of stories tall.
This is still a scaled-down version.
If it is in its complete form, it would probably not be much smaller than the planet Azeroth...
Fighting against such an opponent, even if Duke were promoted to a true god, it would probably not be enough.
Duke didn't know what realm was above the true gods. He only knew that several ancient gods, along with elemental lords such as Ragnaros, the Fire Lord, were all beaten to pieces by the Pantheon army led by Satan. In the end, they were not really destroyed purely for the sake of the Star Soul.
After traveling to Azeroth, Duke finally gained some enlightenment.
Anyway, this world is completely different from the games and history he is familiar with.
If you can't defeat an elite monster alone, find two friends and the three of you can kill it together.
The small boss gathered a team of five people to grind him to death.
The big boss can be killed by a small group of fifteen or twenty people.
If you still can't deal with the ultimate boss, just gather a 40-man team to fight him.
If an ordinary strong man is not enough, then use a hero. If a hero is not enough, then use a demigod.
If one race doesn't have enough people, add a few more races. If the Alliance is not enough, add the Horde. If that doesn't work, recruit people from the entire universe. You will always find top masters to fight against your Burning Legion.
In addition, Duke's crazy output of High-Tech was used to eliminate the numerical advantage of the Burning Legion demons.
With such quantitative and qualitative changes, I just want to ask you, will Sargeras die?
Of course, all of this has a prerequisite, that is, the leaders of the Alliance do not commit suicide. Although Duke is the helmsman, for a ship to sail smoothly, it still needs the cooperation of many people.
The more rapidly technological change occurs, the more leaders are required to be open-minded and realistic.
Fortunately, except for Tirion and Gavinrad who are middle-aged men in their fifties, the other leaders in the Alliance are very young, or they are monsters who are not very old or even never age.
Damn, dwarves, elves, and draenei are all long-lived, while Duke, Jaina, Calia, and Ilucia are cheaters.
Duke planned that when the time was right, he would let the great con man Velen take action and let him trick Tirion into gaining eternal life in the name of the Holy Light Mentor.
He has more than 40 years of combat experience, but his body is just that of an 18-year-old. It's crazy to think about it.
Duke watched the performance of the Alliance leaders with a smile on his face.
"Wow, this anti-aircraft artillery is so powerful!" Ever since Brann was captured and asked to drive a Katyusha, Irel was thrown onto another mammoth tank to be in charge of the anti-aircraft artillery.
The advanced technology left behind by titan is absolutely beyond imagination.
Irel witnessed with his own eyes the grappling hook installed on the Mammoth Tank flying out, grabbing a broken statue puppet and pulling it directly into a flaming furnace behind the tank. After a rumbling sound, a large amount of psychedelic-colored liquid flowed out and was injected into the spare parts of the tank.
When needed, Irel only needs to press a button, and he will see the titan rune array engraved on the internal space of the tank emit a mysterious blue glow, and then the psychedelic liquid will be injected into the gun mount of the anti-aircraft rocket and form rockets.
I heard that it is called Sulphur Iron.
Once you aim and fire, it will shoot forward at high speed with a range of 1,000 yards. It will explode on the spot if it encounters anything, affecting everything within a 10-yard radius.
The most insane thing is that for such a high-damage rocket, the shooting interval is only 0.25 seconds.
This was enough to force all the anti-aircraft guns in the Alliance to self-destruct as an apology. Not to mention the eight-barreled pom-pom gun, even the Vulcan machine gun, which was a top secret of the Alliance and was being researched intensively to replace the 40mm Bofors gun, could not perform like this.
This is a terrifying firepower that exceeds the theoretical value of the Vulcan Machine Gun.
Watching the fast and violent rockets shooting down the hovering mechanical attack aircraft one after another like a heavy rain, several dwarfs fell into deep thought at the same time.
Except for the dwarves, most of the other leaders seemed a little nervous and silent.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" That was a gorgeous four-shot burst from the Mammoth tank, one shot every second. Not far away, a large pile of iron dwarfs pulled by motorcycles were instantly blown into the sky dozens of meters high, turning into piles of black parts, crackling and scattered on the ground within a hundred meters.
Everyone can easily imagine what would happen to an ordinary person if he were hit by a shot from this kind of black-tech artillery.
"Yes, Sister Calia, why are you not nervous at all? I saw that the other leaders seemed to be thinking about the future of the Alliance and even the entire planet."
"Me? Why should I be nervous? I didn't want to be the Queen of Lordaeron in the first place. It was Duke who asked me to be the Queen. If Duke is willing, I can give him the throne at any time. Then at least I won't have to bear so many burdens and be busy all day long."
"..." Irel was silent for a while, then said: "How could you abandon your responsibility so easily? Can you bear to see your compatriots sink or die?"
"Of course I can't bear it! But what can I do?" Calia, who was at the main gun position, tilted her golden head, looking a little distressed: "I may be qualified to be a priest. They all think that my holy light is very close to the level of an archbishop. But I don't have the talent for management and the bearing of a king! Letting an incompetent person lead a country with millions of people is a disaster in itself."
"Well..."
"If Duke hadn't insisted and asked Sister Ilucia to help me manage Lordaeron, I would have given up long ago. You know, my biggest dream in life before was to be a bride..."
Yrel was speechless.
In a sense, the queens in Duke's harem are happy because they don't have to worry too much. If they can't keep up with Duke's development thinking, they can just leave it to those who can.
In essence, Alterac, Lordaeron, and Kul Tiras seem to be beginning to merge into one country...
Yrel was still a little confused.
The aggressive king began to think about how to make his nation and country keep up with the changes in the world.
The queens who trusted Duke completely simply handed over their country to Duke...
Yrel didn't know whether the Draenei could keep up with the changes in the world. If one day they couldn't, would it be a kind of happiness for them to choose to give up their national sovereignty and strive to fully integrate into the Alliance?
The Irel was also silent.
More than a dozen super tanks built with titan technology provided by Thorim and Duke almost pushed their way forward.
There were titan guards such as Rune Etched Statues, Mechanical Dwarf Battle Tanks, Mechanical Attack Machine 54-A scattered everywhere on the ground. When they drove their vehicles to occupy a huge maintenance platform and watched the fully automatic mechanical arms automatically repair all the damage on the vehicles, Duke finally announced that a boss battle was about to begin.
"That's the main point. Please remember that you can't forcefully take on the Flame Beast. It has thick skin and flesh, so you can only grind it down. And don't think you can blow it up with your own attack power. This guy is specially made, and his vitality is a hundred times stronger than Kil'jaeden who descended on the Sunwell last time. Only titan Runes can fight titan Runes."
After Duke emphasized it once, more than a dozen chariots started again, making a rumbling sound, and drove towards the final passage of the city wall.
Historically, after a group of dwarves had plowed the outer wall area with artillery fire, they impatiently ran to the final passage to continue their bonfire party. As a result, the party was over, but unfortunately they themselves became the barbecue at the party.
If it weren't for the reminder from the 'traitor' Thorim, the guys who killed the heroes would never have thought that a steel monster that was like a moving mountain would suddenly rush out of a huge door a hundred meters high to cause trouble.
Even though Thorim had personally described the appearance of the flaming beast to everyone, Duke had even made a three-dimensional holographic image for everyone to watch and explained the key points.
To be honest, the appearance of the flame beast is really ugly.
There are two huge golden wheels on each side, with huge transmission rods on them that are very dwarven in style. At the front of the car is a shovel-like cowcatcher that is common on trains.
What makes it look like a war machine rather than a motorcycle are the four turrets densely arranged on the roof, two sets of rocket launchers, and a huge cylindrical "Cannon".
When the Alliance's heroes learned that the Cannon-like thing was actually a flamethrower that could spray out temperatures of 10,000 degrees Celsius, no one wanted to use their bodies to forcibly blow up this steel monster anymore.
Are you kidding?
With that kind of high temperature, I'm afraid even a Paladin with invincibility wouldn't be able to withstand it for a few seconds, right?
Everyone understood the principle and the fighting method, but when they actually faced this steel behemoth left over from the titan, they were still deeply shocked.
Just as the Alliance's mechanized armored convoy seemed to be moving toward the entrance of the city wall area in an orderly manner, suddenly an exaggerated explosion sounded from the deepest part of the city gate.
It was clearly just the simplest explosion, but it was as if a terrifying aura suddenly descended from nowhere and added to everyone on the battlefield.
That is the pressure brought by absolute power and sense of destruction!
"Bang!" The huge city gate, which was over 100 meters high and at least 50 meters wide, made the loudest cry that metal could ever make and exploded into pieces under the impact of the flaming beast.
No!
More than just the city gate.
Even the solid metal door frame, which had only a small black mark left by the 105mm howitzer at the city gate, was directly blown up by the impact.
The violent bursts of brick and metal fragments were like a terrible storm.
Even though they had formed a battle formation five hundred meters away and were hiding in vehicles protected by miniature titan rune arrays, everyone's hair still stood on end.
The oppressive feeling they felt was as if an old Kil'jaeden suddenly appeared in this vast square in his prime.
Although everyone knew that was impossible. Not to mention that the old man, Ji Dan, had just had his upper body blown up last time, and it would take him at least ten or eight years to recover. And even if he was there in person, he would never give off such a simple and violent aura of destruction.
How to say it?
The destruction of the Eredar has a mysterious artistic atmosphere.
"Enemy - Destruction -" Miraculously, the electronic sound played from the flaming beast turned out to be the universal language.
Immediately, the four huge wheels of the flaming beast, with a diameter of at least eight stories high, began to rotate at high speed on the solid floor made of mysterious material.
But it seems like it is still stepping on the brakes!
Countless sparks flew on the ground, and just from the harsh friction sound, you could tell that the flaming beast was increasing its speed to its maximum.
"Stop him!" someone shouted.
Without any hesitation, Tirion stepped on the accelerator and the mammoth tank he was driving took the lead.
"Huh? Wait!" For a moment, Irel almost wanted to jump out of the car.
Immediately, a huge shield was opened around the Mammoth Tank. It was an electromagnetic shield that combined the titan Rune Array. In theory, it could greatly reduce the various attacks it received.
There was a loud bang without giving the three people in the car time to react.
The impact was so strong that even though the shock-absorbing device of the spherical cockpit's external springs reduced the impact, Calia still felt as if she had been hit hard by the totem pole of the Bull-Headed Chieftain Cairne. Her whole body arched up in pain.
Irel, who was in better physical condition, opened her mouth wide with a look of surprise on her face, as if she still didn't understand what was going on until this moment. But blood immediately gushed out of her mouth and nose, and she hurriedly chanted a spell, preparing to cast a Holy Light Flash on herself first.
Unexpectedly, Calia, who was also in a daze, reached out to her first, and then used Holy Word Shield at her.
This turns out to be a bit redundant, as Holy Word Shield can prevent further impact damage, but is useless for treating internal bleeding.
But Yrel still admired Calia's reaction, which she had developed through years of training.
Holy Light Flash finally appeared.
The three people in the car finally returned to normal, and only then did they realize that the battle had already entered a fierce stage in the first second.